last night I had s** with my boyfriend and it was amazing because we didn’t know we loved each other til it was almost too late. we are both in our late 20s and the s** last night was great. I would have to say that he made me feel incredible but by morning I had a lot to think about. I wondered what he really wanted from me. was he in it for the long run or just going to use me and make a fool of me like other guys have. he said “Dee we have known each other so long you make me think dirty thoughts” and I fell under the spell wanting and dying for his love. by morning fear took me over that it would sour or that maybe he was going to hurt me when he thought it would be a funny time to catch me when I was down. I went to the bathroom and cried with bad pain questioning in mind did he love me as much as I wanted to believe he did. I admit I feel desperate but I am not in the mood for being used. I wanted to say to him “don’t walk away please don’t leave me” and that I really did love him. I came out of the bathroom and he was standing there with no clothes on and he talked me into s** again. I told him I loved him and yet I felt like he was leading me astray. I had a massive o***** built up on massive temper then anything else and I felt used really. but it was nice at the time. I wanted to leave the bedroom and just try to walk away from my life, as if I could.